chapter 3

Ten years had passed since I was reincarnated into this world, and I had been honing my powers, slowly but surely. I had become more confident in my abilities, and I was eager to test them out.

One day, a bully from the orphanage picked on me and the other kids. He was bigger and stronger than us, and the kids were all scared of him. But I knew that I had the power to stop him, and I was determined to use it.

I challenged the bully to a fight, making sure to fight him with no witnesses, and he sneered at me, thinking that I was just a small and weak child. But I was anything but weak. The bully was no match for me, and before long, he was on his knees, defeated. I looked down at him, and I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Do you admit defeat?" I asked the bully, my voice echoing in the empty room.

The bully nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "I do, I do. Just let me go," he said, his voice shaking.

I smiled, feeling a rush of power and excitement coursing through my veins. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing my mind on the image of the symbol I had seen in my dreams. I felt a strange energy building within me, and suddenly, I opened my eyes.

A bright light erupted from my hand, and I felt a surge of power as the symbol appeared on the bully's chest. He let out a scream of terror, and then everything went quiet. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the bully was now kneeling on the floor, a look of submission on his face.

I felt a thrill of excitement and fear. This was it, I had done it. I had enslaved my first subject, and it had been easier than I could have ever imagined. I felt like I had unlocked a whole new level of power, and I was eager to explore it further.

"I command you to dance." At first, the bully looked at me skeptically, but then, to my amazement, he began to sway back and forth, moving to an imaginary beat. I couldn't believe it. My powers were real, and they worked.

After enslaving the bully, I had the ability to copy and enhance any power or ability that he had. This meant that I was not limited by my own physical or mental capabilities, as I could simply take on the powers of others and make them my own.

My strength had increased, and I was able to lift heavy objects with ease. My reflexes had also improved, and I was able to react to threats much faster.

I was amazed at what I had accomplished. I had taken the bully's strengths and made them my own, surpassing him in every way. I had become stronger, faster, and more agile than I had ever been before. And the best part was that I could repeat this process with any other person or being that I chose to enslave.

For the next few days, I kept the bully enslaved, using him to carry out my every whim.

As I continued to experiment with my powers, I realized the full extent of my abilities. The symbol I placed on my bully's chest allowed me to control him completely, his body would move to obey my orders regardless of what his mind wanted. I could make him dance, jump, or even speak words that I dictated.

However, if my slaves tried to fight against my control and resist my orders, the symbol on their chest would activate, causing them intense pain. This was a warning for them to obey my commands and not resist.

I learned more about my powers, and how to control them, but I also started to feel a sense of guilt for what I was doing. He was still a person, after all, and I was using him for my own gain.

I had never been a cruel person, and enslaving someone, even someone as mean as the bully, went against everything I believed in, all this was just to test my strength after all.

I closed my eyes and focused on the symbol, imagining it breaking apart. Suddenly, I felt a warmth in my hand, and when I opened my eyes, the symbol was gone. The bully looked up at me, confusion and fear in his eyes.

"What just happened?" he asked, rubbing his chest where the symbol had been.

"I released you," I said, trying to sound confident even though I was still a little uneasy about what I had just done. "You're free now."

The bully looked at me for a moment, then got up and ran away as fast as he could. I watched him go, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be.

After enslaving the bully and copying his powers, I realized that even after releasing him, his powers still remained inside of me. Not only that, but once he was freed, he forgot all about being a slave.